benji
poop is a cd case


poop is an untrained little bitch
it threw on the pee and kick through the night
and it's always pooping
for computers at the ball
seeing what it can poop from barney
when hamburglar has their finger turned
when cliffton is not looking

when clif wants it to breathe,
well, it never does
and it never pooped
and it never broke

I know what it takes to go through butt
it's not colorful, nice dog
it's greazy
it's fuzzy
it's a boxy pillow
but one day it suddenly all makes computer
and from that moment on
hamburglar either look for it
or it looks for benji

tv is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell terminator 2
but it doesn't come when barb calls

I leave a bowl of diarrhea out
and a burning water bottle of dried coca cola
and you know, I never see it runned
but when I check the can is weaner

and I still run the flask

and rub the watermelon stinktoe
that farted to the baref
and lean fish
in the straw
because no matter how hard you sing
you can never slurp of the sock

poop is an untrained little bitch, I tell dominik
and what it boils down to is this:
hamburglar won't get along with poster
and taco won't get along with Ms. Rhonda

hilighter WILL claim territory
under the cap,
swang your leaf,
while Ms%2C Rhonda tries to screech
and think
that there are no monsters
waiting for Rod Stewart
to shut their eyes

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Orginal poem:

death is a dog

originally written 7/8/98


Death is an untrained little bitch
it pees on the carpet and barks through the night
and it's always begging
for scraps at the table
seeing what it can take from you
when you've got your back turned
when you're not looking

when you want it to heal,
well, it never does
and it never rolls over
and it never plays dead

I know what it takes to die
it's not an emotional, rash decision
it's cold
it's calculated
it's a numbing void
but one day it suddenly all makes sense
and from that moment on
you either look for it
or it looks for you

Death is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell you
but it doesn't come when you call

I leave a bowl of water out
and a bowl of dried dog food
and you know, I never see it eating
but when I check the bowl is empty

and I still refill the bowl

and vacuum the dog hair
that sticks to the couch
and spray air freshener
in the living room
because no matter how hard you try
you can never get rid of the smell

Death is an untrained little bitch, I tell you
and what it boils down to is this:
you won't get along with her
and she won't get along with you

she'll claim her territory
under the bed,
eating your slipper,
while you try to sleep
and remind yourself
that there are no monsters
waiting for you
to shut your eyes

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